Michael growled as Charlie followed Lena into the cold storage unit where Destiny Sherman’s body was being kept. Because of the court order requiring that it be held, it was stored separately from the other corpses. This was helpful to Charlie: she wasn’t facing the onslaught of spirits that had overwhelmed her before. On the way in, they’d only passed two ghosts, both blood-soaked adult males with what looked like bullet wounds. Neither had paid any attention to her. She’d returned the favor, and so far the nausea that spirits always brought with them hadn’t hit her. She expected that to change the moment Destiny Sherman’s spirit put in an appearance. Having argued against Charlie making a return visit to the morgue until the taxi had dropped them at the building’s door, Michael was well aware that she wanted him to talk to the spirit, getting as much information as he could. Given that Destiny’s spirit was on a loop that might be difficult. Still, Charlie knew that he would try, however grudgingly.
